The problem is, sometimes I want to cry (sometimes under the influence of estrogen or progesterone or some other premenstrual thing) and there's never one thing that'll do the trick. It's sometimes Casablanca and it's sometimes old journal entries, and it's sometimes a song even if I can never recall it, and it's sometimes abuse (more than I'd like
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